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Eating death
A night filled with melancholy;
It's unbearable at any degree.
A fucking itch inside my head;
A gaping hole now in which I bled.
Brain matter that didn't matter;
Broken shards of thoughts shatter.
Twisted bar wire warped around my neck;
Torn and sliced leaving a bloody wreck.
Ripping my hands trying to loosen its grasp;
It's like a necklace with an impossible clasp.
Giving up to work on my blacked heart;
Digging into my chest; trying to rip it apart.
Squeezing the anger from this beating engine;
Trying to rid my life of heavens sin.
Pulling my veins out of my arms one by one;
Trying to get the fire out from the ones overdone.
Pulling on these fucking muscles that once held a soul;
Grasping at whatever made me loose control.
Fuck! I feel nothing as I gouge out my insides that I fed;
What the hell is wrong with my fucking feelings;
Why have I lost all of my dealings.
Cutting off my legs which once held me high;
All of this agony, and I can't cry.
This really is not that bad to be pieced out;
I don't know what all the fuss is all about.
Gnawing at my hands that once loved everything that hurt;
Blood hitting the floor squirt by spurt.
Finger by finger I tear off making these bloody stumps;
Still living as my heart still pumps.
No matter how hard I may try;
It seems that I can't not die.
For one is gone; their is still one more;
How much can my stomach endure.
I try one more to finish me off;
I laugh and choke and begin to cough.
I place the last one into your hand;
Thank GOD that I am the last gingerbread man.
It's unbearable at any degree.
A fucking itch inside my head;
A gaping hole now in which I bled.
Brain matter that didn't matter;
Broken shards of thoughts shatter.
Twisted bar wire warped around my neck;
Torn and sliced leaving a bloody wreck.
Ripping my hands trying to loosen its grasp;
It's like a necklace with an impossible clasp.
Giving up to work on my blacked heart;
Digging into my chest; trying to rip it apart.
Squeezing the anger from this beating engine;
Trying to rid my life of heavens sin.
Pulling my veins out of my arms one by one;
Trying to get the fire out from the ones overdone.
Pulling on these fucking muscles that once held a soul;
Grasping at whatever made me loose control.
Fuck! I feel nothing as I gouge out my insides that I fed;
What the hell is wrong with my fucking feelings;
Why have I lost all of my dealings.
Cutting off my legs which once held me high;
All of this agony, and I can't cry.
This really is not that bad to be pieced out;
I don't know what all the fuss is all about.
Gnawing at my hands that once loved everything that hurt;
Blood hitting the floor squirt by spurt.
Finger by finger I tear off making these bloody stumps;
Still living as my heart still pumps.
No matter how hard I may try;
It seems that I can't not die.
For one is gone; their is still one more;
How much can my stomach endure.
I try one more to finish me off;
I laugh and choke and begin to cough.
I place the last one into your hand;
Thank GOD that I am the last gingerbread man.
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